In the wild, wild wailing of wind He's a house 'neath a soft yellow moon So blue, blue caravan Won't you carry me down to him soon
Blue, blue caravan Won't you drive away all of these tears For my true love is a man That I haven't seen in years
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.
There's a crack in the mirror And a bloodstain on the bed There's a crack in the mirror And a bloodstain on the bed Oh, you were a vampire And baby, I'm the walking dead Oh, you were a vampire And baby, I'm the walking dead
I got the ways and means To New Orleans I'm going down by the river Where it's warm and green I'm gonna have a drink, and walk around I got a lot to think about Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah
There's a rocking chair by the window Down the hall I hear something there in the shadow Down the hall Oh, you were a vampire And now I am nothing at all Oh, you were a vampire And now I am nothing at all
I got the ways and means To New Orleans I'm going down by the river Where it's warm and green I'm gonna have a drink, and walk around I got a lot to think about Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah
They used to dance in the garden In the middle of the night Dancing out in the garden In the middle of the night Oh, you were a vampire And I may never see the light Oh, you were a vampire And I may never see the light
I'm gonna have a drink, and walk around I got a lot to think about Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah
She had a bad childhood when she was very young So don't judge her too badly She had a schizophrenic mother who worked in the gutter And would have sold herself to the devil, gladly
What a sad environment A bug ridden tenement And when they couldn't pay the rent It was 'cause her father was out Getting liquored Oh, the stone's been cast And blood's thicker than water
And the sins of the family fall on the daughter Yeah the sins of the family fall on the daughter
At the age of 16 she had been around more Than any girl over 30 And the high I.Q's who condemned her Knew she's a product of poor heredity
It's a fictitious fact when you fall on your back You can backtrack failure with inspection, without exemption
All the sins of the family fall on the daughter Yeah the sins of the family fall on the daughter
Oh, the devil is open to all of us Heaven selects a precious few And it takes some inside pull to get Gabriel To make an angel of you
One can't live a lie then expect to die With a soul in paradise You know you gotta pay the price Like you oughtta Blood's thicker than water
And the sins of the family fall on the daughter Yeah the sins of the family fall on the daughter
The greatest sin is to be unconscious. ~ Carl Jung
We may not choose the parameters of our destiny. But we give it its content. ~ Dag Hammarskjold 'Waymarks'
Jerimiah said his peace and fell back in the road He was shot by Coulee Reese Who they nick-named Jack The Toad Just across his shoulder just a little to the right He heard the click of a 45 hammer So he throws himself down and he hits the ground Rolls right over and spins 'round And with one good shot, just one good shot He brings that villain right down In true "Hour Western" manner
Bad, bad news, he was bad, bad news I knew Coulee, Coulee never lost his cool
A legend grew and Jack The Toad knew To back up all the talk One day soon, preferably noon He's going to have to take the long walk A poker game and a fast stake Of these Jack was the master But a man called Pete At the end of a dusty dusty street He's just about six feet Now he just might, you know he just might He might be a lttle faster
Bad, bad news, he was bad, bad news I knew Coulee, Coulee never lost his cool
I'll be blowed, I'll be blowed, I'll be blowed It's Jack The Toad
I'll be blowed, I'll be blowed, I'll be blowed It's Jack The Toad
Well it had to happen on a summers' day When Jack was feeling good But a friend of a friend, promised a friend of a friend Promised a friend of a friend he would But many brave men have said the same thing Again and again and again Now Jack, when he went out to face Pete For the final showdown He was just a little bit high He'd been drinking and smoking And he thought he was so fast He made the last move And that was the last move he made
Bad, bad news, he was bad, bad news I knew Coulee, Coulee never lost his cool
Well now he's gone but his memory lives on In the mind of every comic strip reader Some say weren't Jack, some say was camphor Some say he was just a bleeder One fact, one fact remain, always be the same Now on your way through life Sometimes you just got to be a little bad I knew Jack and, my goodness, he was bad He was bad, bad news You just got to be a little bad because, if you ain't The great gun fighter in the sky Ain't got no one to save And if you're just a little bad Just a little bad Nobody forgets your name
Bad, bad news, he was bad, bad news Bad, oh my goodness, Jack was bad news
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.
Cross-fire hurricane is a hurricane category 5 with cross winds blowing against each other.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wQPlU5q1CBI
Mick Jagger: "It's about having a hard time and getting out. Just a metaphor for getting out of all the acid things.
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.
You wouldn't believe how bad these people are. These aren't people. These are animals. And we're taking them out of the country at a level and at a rate that's never happened before. - DT
Threw our hope into hell and our children to the fire
I fight a war I may never see won I live only to see you live to regret Everything that you've done
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q8Cq2kMB7_Y
To the end of the earth I search for your face For the one who laid all of our beauty to waste Threw our hope into hell and our children to the fire I am the one who crawled through the wire I am the one who crawled through the wire
There's a million sad stories on the side of the road Strange how we all just got used to the blood Millions of stories that'll never be told Silent and froze in the mud Silent and froze in the mud
I know a cold as cold as it gets I know a darkness that's darker than coal A wind that blows as cold as it gets Blew out the light of my soul Blew out the light of my soul
I dream in my sleep, I dream in my days Of some sunny street not so far away Where up in a window a curtain will sway And you and I'll meet down below And you and I'll meet down below
I know a cold as cold as it gets I fight a war I may never see won I live only to see you live to regret Everything that you've done Everything that you've done Everything that you've done
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=adT9TCA0DZw
Cafeteria line in Chicago The fat man in front of me Is calling black people trash to his children And he's the only trash here I see And I am thinking this man wears a white hood In the night when his children should sleep But they'll slip to their windows and they'll see him And they'll think that white hood's all they need
The wind began to howl like a crossfire hurricane
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXpCYJcOY5Q
And am I born to die? To lay this body down? And must my trembling spirit fly Into a world unknown - A land of deepest shade Unpierced by human thought The dreary regions of the dead Where all things are forgot?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5r9YRRMRA0E
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.
Linda Lyndell (born as Linda Rowland, November 22, 1946) is an American soul singer from Gainesville, Florida.
Lyndell sang in gospel churches as a child; though she was white, she sang in both white and black churches, and eventually began singing with R&B groups as a teenager. In the 1960s she sang as a support act with James Brown and Ike & Tina Turner, and in 1967 Atlanta disc jockey Dave Crawford introduced her to Stax Records producers Isaac Hayes and David Porter. They recorded her first single, "Bring Your Love Back to Me", in December 1967 and released it on Volt Records, but the song did not become a hit. In 1968 she did a second session, cutting the tune "What a Man"; this song reached #50 on the Billboard R&B charts. In response to the release of her single, she received threats from white supremacist groups such as the Ku Klux Klan, and retired from performance soon after. She remained out of music and lived in Gainesville for the next 25 years..